I'll find a place somewhere in the cornerI'm gonna waste the rest of my daysJust watching patiently from the windowJust waiting seasons change, some dayOh, oh, my dreams will pull you through that garden gate.

I want to be the wandering sailorWe're silhouettes by the light of the moonI sit playing solitaire by the windowJust waiting seasons change, ah, ahYou'll see, one day, these dreams will pull you through my doorAnd I'll come running to tie your shoeAnd I'll come running to tie your shoe.